The Luckiest Dumb Doctor

Through the dialogue between the two, he had already figured out what kind of person the middle-aged man was.

For scumbags like this middle-aged man, fists and kicks always work better than reason.

Not convinced?

Then I’ll beat you until you are!

Seeing that the middle-aged man was still blustering, Greg Jensen simply got ruthless, beating him until he cried for his father and mother.

Clara Adams, who was nearby, watched the scene with a mix of relief and fear. Having lost her father at a young age, she was sixteen when her mother married this man, and she had already started working outside.

It was her stepfather, Bruno Barnett, who was idle, living off the mother and daughter like a leech.

All the money they earned went to this piece of trash, without saving a dime.

As a result, when her mother fell ill and was hospitalized, they couldn’t even come up with the operation fee. Although they finally scraped together the money, it was too late.

What was more outrageous was that Bruno Barnett was extremely lecherous, his color-filled eyes always roving over Clara Adams.

Occasionally, when alone, he would even make inappropriate advances toward her.

If Clara Adams hadn’t moved out in advance, she would have fallen prey to him long ago.

“Stop… stop hitting me, I give up…”

Bruno Barnett’s face was swollen beyond recognition, struggle as he might to crawl backwards.

Greg Jensen couldn’t be bothered with him anymore and pointed to the door, saying, “Get out, and if you dare to harass Clara again, I’ll cripple you!” “Yes, yes, I’m leaving, I’m leaving right away…”

Bruno Barnett scrambled to his feet, glanced at Clara Adams, then at Greg Jensen, a flash of malice in his eyes before he hurried out.

Watching his panicked retreat, Greg Jensen frowned slightly, turned back, and asked, “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, thank you.”

Clara Adams gently shook her head, tilting her small head to look up at Greg Jensen.

It seemed she wanted to imprint his handsome face in her heart, staring motionlessly, her eyes filled with an unusual emotion.

Greg Jensen was already good-looking, and coupled with his cultivated aura that held a hint of mystery, he was fatally attractive to young women like Clara Adams, who was in her early twenties.

Especially the dominance he had just shown, which made Clara’s heart flutter, wishing she could just confess her feelings to him.

Because, ever since her father’s death, Greg Jensen was the first man to stand up for her.

That long-lost sense of security made a warm current course through her cold heart.

A passionate outpouring wasn’t needed; this moment was just right.

“Uh…”

Greg Jensen naturally noticed the girl’s unusual behavior, but he could only pretend not to see it and smiled as he said, “Shall we make the payment?” Ah, yes… right,” Clara said, startled back to reality, fumbling with the POS machine to complete Greg Jensen’s payment.

A small uneventful charm that cost over sixteen thousand looked expensive but was actually quite cheap.

Because the quality of this Heart Clearing Symbol was too good, it was nearly indistinguishable from glass-type jade. If it weren’t for a few inclusions in the center, the price would have probably been even higher.

After paying, Greg Jensen didn’t leave immediately but picked up a small flashlight from the store and started to ponder over the engraving patterns.

He had recently learned a Heart Clearing Symbol, perfect for engraving on jade, which, if worn for a long time, could bring clarity of mind and tranquil spirit. The spirit gives rise to will, and with a focused spirit, one remains unharmed. With a good heart, one’s physical condition naturally improves a lot, making one less susceptible to illnesses.

Even if one falls ill, recovery becomes much easier.

Greg Jensen examined the Heart Clearing Symbol closely, while Clara Adams rested one hand on the counter and watched him intently, secretly pondering how to win him over.

Bruno Barnett, fearing that Greg Jensen would follow him again, didn’t stop running until he was out of Riverhaven Mall.

Aiden Clark, son of a bitch, you dare to meddle in my business? Just wait until

I get someone to take you out!”

Seeing that Greg Jensen didn’t chase after him, relief washed over Bruno Barnett, but his anger flared up once more.

He took out his phone and dialed a number.

When the call connected, a flattering smile appeared on his face: “Bryce Cooke,

I got beaten up, can you come over?”

I m busy, what trouble have you got yourself into now?” Bryce Cooke said, annoyed.

He was fairly acquainted with Bruno Barnett, but they were only fair-weather friends, willing to help out with minor issues if it didn’t interfere with his own affairs.

With Han Lao Er being preoccupied in a competition with Kenny Walker these days, Bryce Cooke and his group were too busy to bother with Bruno Barnett.

Bruno Barnett seemed to anticipate Bryce Cooke’s response and didn’t get upset. Instead, he said cheerfully:

“My daughter still owes me a thousand bucks for her living expenses this month. Let’s go get it together, and we can take care of the kid who beat me up. Then we’ll have a good time tonight, eh?”

“Well… okay, send me the location.”

Bryce Cooke didn’t think much of it, as he had already finished his business for the day and thought it would be a good chance to relax.

He immediately brought four capable men and drove to Riverhaven Mall.

Bruno Barnett waited for a while; when he saw Bryce Cooke approaching, he hurried up to greet him with a cloying smile: “Bryce Cooke, you’ve arrived?” “Where’s the kid who hit you?”

“He’s still inside. I’ve been watching here. He hasn’t left.”

Bryce Cooke snorted, “Fine, we’ll take care of him first, and then go have some fun.”

“Sure thing.”

Bruno Barnett smirked obsequiously, leading the way like a lackey.

Inside the Jade Shop, Greg Jensen thought for a moment, then raised his head and asked, “Do you have an engraving knife here?”

Clara Adams snapped back to reality and quickly responded, “Yes, do you want an electric one or a manual one?”

“Manual will do,” Greg Jensen said with a smile.

“All right, just a moment,” she said.

The owner of the Jade Shop also enjoyed carving small trinkets and had all sorts of tools. Manual engraving knives, being a basic tool, were plentiful in the shop. Clara Adams invited Greg Jensen to sit down, brought him several engraving knives, brewed a pot of tea for him, and then sat across from him, resting her arm and staring blankly at him.

Greg Jensen didn’t mind and started to carve into the Heart Clearing Symbol with the engraving knife.

Clara Adams was taken aback and looked down, only to see the engraving knife swiftly gliding over the Jade, each line and stroke incredibly smooth.

Clara had seen the owner carve before, but he always used an electric engraving knife, and on the rare occasions that he used a manual one, it was never this effortless.

Could this Jade be fake?

With Jade being so hard, how could he carve it so easily?

Clara Adams looked up at Greg Jensen, then back down at the Heart Clearing Symbol in his hands, her face filled with disbelief.

At that moment, Bruno Barnett burst in again.

Seeing that Greg Jensen was still there, a chilly smile spread across his face:

“Kid, you’ve got some nerve, hitting me and still daring to stay here!”

Greg Jensen frowned but said nothing.

Clara Adams, seeing Bruno Barnett return, immediately panicked, urging, “Sir, you… you better leave quickly.”

Bruno Barnett sneered, “Trying to leave now? Too late!”